Dont Pick On Me Poem by tanesha davenport

dressed in black from head to toe
should he do this he dont know
he takes a deep breathe remembering what they did
they bullied him since he was a kid
he waited to everyone was in class
put chains on all the doors he did it fast
pulled the fire alarm and watched the kids come out
they wouldnt see it coming he had no doubt
they ran around screaming as he shoot
bodies was falling and blood pouring in a dot
they cried why and he laughed you know
the kids didnt know where to go
he laughed at all the blood shed
pleased with himself at all the kids dead
in their blood he wrote a message
he thought that, this would teach them a lesson
he took one last look at all the blood shed
put the gun to his head and shoot himself dead
parents on the news crying about their kids
they shouted to the camera their kids were innonce
but were they really, we dont know
all we can do is pray to heaven they will go